You have reached Festival, king of entertainers and entertainer of kings. I'm fairly certain this device will allow you to leave a message. Best of luck with that.
[Missing the point by a mile. For god's sake, Festival.]
Literally everything that isn't human in our world wants to maim, torture, or kill humans. Or worse. Their source of power is abject terror. They are designed to inflict it, feed on it, and relish it. He has been personally victimized by multiple inhuman creatures in our world. The Stranger's Circus of the Other and the Not-Them. The Corruption's Hive. The pockmark scars all over his body are from sentient evil worms attempting to burrow into his body and turn him into a flesh puppet to spread their disease onward.
He's barely had six months out from being attacked by the Hive. He had absolutely no social support network after that attack. Or after what happened to his brother. Because no one would have believed him. People don't believe in the real monsters where I'm from because most people will never encounter them. We have. We're working against every instinct that says anything that isn't human is going to hurt us. I'm managing it better than he is, obviously. And it's not an excuse. But it's more complicated than 'he's just racist.'
[Well, that's all completely horrifying. The "..." appears again briefly, then disappears for several minutes as Festival has a brief internal crisis in trying to reconcile this information into his world view.]
What is a person, what is a creature, what is a monster, what is a god is not a black and white question in my world, but by any common measure I am well within the category of mortal man. Not a monster, not a creature.
I am not accustomed to seeing myself as anything else, nor others doing so. There are monsters in my world that would do such things, but
[Jon groans to himself and rubs his hands over his face a few times.]
It's not so black and white for me anymore as it is for him. When I first saw you, I was afraid of you a bit. But you've only been annoying, not evil.
Are you afraid of me? I'm a monster from my world. I've just told you what we're like. I feed on terror. That's what my archives are, all the people who suffer and fear. Lunch.
You said you intended to combat such forces. That's the purpose you claimed for the foundation and you've already paid me to destroy one source of fear and suffering. If that was a lie, it is a long-maintained and expensive one.
You choose humanity, so I will treat you like a human. If the time ever comes that you choose to be a monster, I will take a different approach.
[He's getting out of having to actually answer the question and he's going to get a gig without having to explain why he needs money? Excellent!]
If this is in regards to the man who looks like an unusually shiny drider, I must inform you that he is not actually a drider. We had drinks. Regarding any other spiders, however, I am all ears.
cw: spiders, body horror, manipulation, hallucination
[Jon sighs to himself and he's about to respond with something vague about Festival not being here very long when the next message comes in.]
He's still here?!
[It is still here? Christ! No. No! Calm down.]
It's not about him. Don't bring him around me. I don't like spiders. However 'friendly' they pretend to be.
[Tim's not the only one with a few problems regarding non-human creatures. Jon's just less overtly violent.]
There's a woman in the Down selling 'spider silk' shawls at a small cart that runs around one of the parks.
[He sends along a set of cross streets for said park.]
Nancy Cirrus provided a Statement about her purchase. Shortly after purchasing the shawl, she began to have dreams about spiders crawling all over her, slowly covering her in silk and using that to puppet her movements. She wrote it off as bad dreams, but has recently begun to have vivid day dreams about the same and finds herself just suddenly doing things she wasn't even aware she wanted to do. She left the shawl for us, and I've burned it, but I want you to check on the others and find out what's really going on. It's mild at the moment, but if this woman is spreading shawls all over the place, it could be dangerous for people even more susceptible if they are being supernaturally manipulated.
cw: spiders, body horror, manipulation, hallucination
Spiders didn't fall out of it, if that's what you're asking, no. Nothing happened as far as I can tell. I burned it outside in a bin, though, rather than inside anywhere.
I haven't spoken with her, no.
She's the only Statement I have about this particular situation.
Were that I had the king's cursebreaker to help me, he might know what more to ask. I'll get started looking for the seller and any other buyers, but if you can bring me in contact with Nancy Cirrus it will save me a little time finding her as well. Some curses are not so easily discarded or given away.
I've called the phone number she left, but it seems to have been disconnected. Or it was never a real number to begin with. She left and address, as well.
[He'll send that along.]
If you could check in on her sooner, rather than later, that would be appreciated.
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cw: mention of parasites/burrowing insects, body horror
Literally everything that isn't human in our world wants to maim, torture, or kill humans.
Or worse.
Their source of power is abject terror.
They are designed to inflict it, feed on it, and relish it.
He has been personally victimized by multiple inhuman creatures in our world.
The Stranger's Circus of the Other and the Not-Them.
The Corruption's Hive.
The pockmark scars all over his body are from sentient evil worms attempting to burrow into his body and turn him into a flesh puppet to spread their disease onward.
He's barely had six months out from being attacked by the Hive.
He had absolutely no social support network after that attack.
Or after what happened to his brother.
Because no one would have believed him.
People don't believe in the real monsters where I'm from because most people will never encounter them.
We have.
We're working against every instinct that says anything that isn't human is going to hurt us.
I'm managing it better than he is, obviously.
And it's not an excuse.
But it's more complicated than 'he's just racist.'
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[Well, that's all completely horrifying. The "..." appears again briefly, then disappears for several minutes as Festival has a brief internal crisis in trying to reconcile this information into his world view.]
What is a person, what is a creature, what is a monster, what is a god is not a black and white question in my world, but by any common measure I am well within the category of mortal man. Not a monster, not a creature.
I am not accustomed to seeing myself as anything else, nor others doing so. There are monsters in my world that would do such things, but
Do you struggle not to see me that way as well
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It's not so black and white for me anymore as it is for him.
When I first saw you, I was afraid of you a bit.
But you've only been annoying, not evil.
Are you afraid of me?
I'm a monster from my world.
I've just told you what we're like.
I feed on terror.
That's what my archives are, all the people who suffer and fear.
Lunch.
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You said you intended to combat such forces. That's the purpose you claimed for the foundation and you've already paid me to destroy one source of fear and suffering. If that was a lie, it is a long-maintained and expensive one.
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It's complicated.
I still have some measure of my humanity intact.
If I decide to let that go, I'll care significantly less.
[And it does seem to be a choice. Helen had made that abundantly clear in her taunting.]
Or when.
I suppose it's mostly a matter of time, depending on how long I exist.
On a less utterly depressing note, I do have another job for you, if you're looking for money.
It's to do with spiders, as a warning.
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[He's getting out of having to actually answer the question and he's going to get a gig without having to explain why he needs money? Excellent!]
If this is in regards to the man who looks like an unusually shiny drider, I must inform you that he is not actually a drider. We had drinks. Regarding any other spiders, however, I am all ears.
cw: spiders, body horror, manipulation, hallucination
He's still here?!
[It is still here? Christ! No. No! Calm down.]
It's not about him.
Don't bring him around me.
I don't like spiders.
However 'friendly' they pretend to be.
[Tim's not the only one with a few problems regarding non-human creatures. Jon's just less overtly violent.]
There's a woman in the Down selling 'spider silk' shawls at a small cart that runs around one of the parks.
[He sends along a set of cross streets for said park.]
Nancy Cirrus provided a Statement about her purchase.
Shortly after purchasing the shawl, she began to have dreams about spiders crawling all over her, slowly covering her in silk and using that to puppet her movements.
She wrote it off as bad dreams, but has recently begun to have vivid day dreams about the same and finds herself just suddenly doing things she wasn't even aware she wanted to do.
She left the shawl for us, and I've burned it, but I want you to check on the others and find out what's really going on.
It's mild at the moment, but if this woman is spreading shawls all over the place, it could be dangerous for people even more susceptible if they are being supernaturally manipulated.
cw: spiders, body horror, manipulation, hallucination
But he'll let it go because there's work to discuss. Jon always does find the most awful things for him to fix.]
Questions:
It sounds as though she was able to remove the shawl without magical intervention. Is that correct?
Did anything unexpected happen when you burned it?
Has anyone spoken with her in the time since?
Have any other customers come forward, or is the first order of business to identify them as well as the seller?
cw: spiders, body horror, manipulation, hallucination
So it would seem.
Spiders didn't fall out of it, if that's what you're asking, no.
Nothing happened as far as I can tell.
I burned it outside in a bin, though, rather than inside anywhere.
I haven't spoken with her, no.
She's the only Statement I have about this particular situation.
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I've called the phone number she left, but it seems to have been disconnected.
Or it was never a real number to begin with.
She left and address, as well.
[He'll send that along.]
If you could check in on her sooner, rather than later, that would be appreciated.
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